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True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad
In May of 2011, I dismissed class for the last time and began a new chapter in my life, full-time dad. I taught middle school for seven years, but with two kids and a third on the way, I wasn't able to give as much time to teaching as it required, plus I wanted to spend more time with my own kids, instead of someone else's.

My wife and I have been married for nine years. She spends her days (and some nights and weekends) as an OB/GYN, or as my kids like to call it, “catching babies.”

We have three kids. First Born is eight years old, but likes to pretend she’s in college. Our son, Middle Man is five, but we’re convinced by the way he talks about things like “beautiful sunsets” that he’s an old soul, and our youngest, the Blonde Bomber is only three, but already has the attitude of a teenager.

Our kids provide us with an endless amount of stories. Writing and retelling these stories for Indy’s Child has been my part-time job for the past three years.

You can contact me on Facebook at True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad or via email at indyschildpete@gmail.com.

If it takes a village to raise a child, then...

"If it takes a village to raise a child, then..."

August 30, 2012 | 06:40 AM

For the past two weeks things have been a little crazy around here. All three of my kids have been sick. Really sick. I've cleaned up more vomit and changed more disgusting diapers these past two weeks than I can count. In fact I even created a Word Document keeping track of which kids threw up and had diarrhea each night to tell the pediatrician.

There is no way we could have made it through these last two weeks without the help of others.

To all the people that have helped us in one way or another, thank you.

Thanks to my daughter's first grade teacher for checking up on her, offering to bring by homework, even emailing on a Saturday to see how she was doing.

Thanks to the 22 first graders that made Get Well Soon cards for my daughter.

Thanks to my son's co-op preschool teacher for calling to check on him, several times. Thanks to the other co-op parents for rearranging their schedules so I could miss my scheduled day to stay home with him.

Thanks to my neighbors for offering to bring us dinner. Thanks to our other neighbors for offering their washing machine after ours broke right in the middle of all this.

Thanks to my friends for offering to take some of our kids off our hands and while my daughter was in the hospital.

Thanks to our pediatrician for getting us in on short notice, twice in one week.

Thanks to my wife's coworkers for trading shifts, picking up extra surgeries, rounding on her patients, covering her pager, etc, etc.

Thanks to the nurses for helping my wife when the mystery illness finally go to her while she was at work.

Thanks to friends for bringing us dinner.

Thanks to friends for dropping off a case of Gatorade on our front porch.

Thanks to friends for bring me BRAT diet supplies and lunch for me (including a beer).

Thanks to our pediatrician friends that have fielded countless phone calls and replied to dozens of texts about the health of our kids.

Thanks to great grandparents for the nice emails and prayer requests.

Thanks to my mother in law for taking a day off work to stay with our two youngest while my wife and I were with our oldest daughter in the hospital.

Thanks to my mom for coming over and spending her weekend helping us with the kids so we could finally get a little bit of sleep.

If it takes a village to raise a child, then it takes a multi state, cross country effort to help out a family that's in need.

Thank you!



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